Shallow girl:a post about my hair.

A little over a year ago, in a moment of insanity, I decided to have 12 inches of my hair cut off and donated to Locks of Love.  Sure, sure it was generous, blah blah blah…but it was also traumatizing.  I know I said I was over it, and I would have good days and bad days but eventually I just stopped looking at myself in the mirror.  Of course the moment I paid to have myself scalped, was when my hair decided to never grow again.

Fine, not really but it was slowwwwwwwwww growing this past year.  Only in recent months have I even allowed myself to be photographed, let alone share the results.  I have no idea why my happiness is tied up in the length of my hair (oooh, did you see what I did there?) but I suppose I am far more shallow than I would normally admit.  I just cannot pull off a bob, or anything shorter than shoulder length, at least not until I can get about 50lbs. of extra weight off.

In case you missed last year’s post, you can read more here.   Monika grabbed a few shots while I was being sheared.

And here is how I basically wore my hair for the last 12 months…I wish I had thought to grab a shot of the ponytail nub that was behind my head.

This was my Gravatar photo and Facebook profile photo for-ev-er.  I always thought I looked a little ticked off in this photo, maybe I was just stunned.  I am pretty sure that is shock in my eyes right there.

I loved the bangs until they grew and then I had no clue what to do with them and never returned to a salon for fear that if I asked for my bangs trimmed, I might also hear myself asking for a pixie cut or something.  I do kind of miss the bangs, it made me feel younger and more fresh, but I am just not willing to commit to them again right now.

I thought that today was as good of a day as any to take a new photo, update the profiles etc. and share the 12 month growth.  By growth I am talking hair length, not personal growth, sadly I am still just as shallow about my hair as ever.  I am never cutting it again.

You think I am kidding.

There ya go.  The 2011 version of me.  I haven’t colored my hair since before I was pregnant with Corrigan in 2007.  As I am aging it seems like it is getting darker on its own, while still sprouting some shockingly white hairs at the same time.  I pluck them all the moment I find them, and I don’t care if you tell me that for every one I pull, three will grow back.  Those stinkers grow straight UP!  I’m digging the eye wrinkles though.  I don’t know, I feel like I earned them.  How strange that I can handle wrinkles but not short hair.  I am a conundrum.

Hope that all of my East Coast friends and family are buckled down and safe while Hurricane Irene rolls through.  My sister is in Virginia and my Dad is off of an inlet of the Chesapeake Bay.  We are pretty safe from all of it up here in the Appalachian mountains,  just a little rain and winds are predicted.  Batten down the hatches and grab your flashlights…check in when you can!

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